I too wish to live— live rather well
As you all that on my bosom dwell,
All patience dies due date,
Let this be told and straight—
I can live without, you can't so tell.
A greed grown fat did gloat on her wail,
Who ever heeds mother's warning bell?
Well before this due date,
They plan to leave planet—
Same way prodigals their parents fail.
Moon has no atmosphere,
And earth has no good peer,
Or they too would one day become hell.
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Happenings | 01.06.16 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moon has no atmosphere, And earth has no good peer.....well perceived sir! An excellent work.............10
Yes indeed, man would have spoiled them long back. He is still trying. Thank you Dr Swain.